On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince’s Hidden Illness
Chapter 302: The Promise of a Warm Couch

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: The Promise of a Warm Couch

Before him and a few people from the Eastern Palace, he dared to ask her such a question.

In the glow of the campfire, she clearly saw the ears of those around her perk up.

Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips for a long while, then lowered her gaze and said, "Your Highness is the Tiansheng Crown Prince, and in the hearts of the people all over the world, your position is naturally exalted. I am a Tiansheng citizen, naturally just like everyone else."

At her words, Ye Yiheng laughed, his chest heaving with his mirth, causing the fur on the large cloak draped over his body to quiver along.

The chill of the forest at night was especially penetrating.

He suffered from the cold disease, so Song Guo had him wrapped in a large cloak.

But this cloak did little to warm him; on the contrary, he was steeped in the chill of the autumn night, and even his laughter carried a cold edge that made Leng Yu Yan want to get as far away from them as possible.

If the madman could ask her such a thing in front of his people, no telling what he might do in front of them.

Run!

Leng Yu Yan said to Mo Chen and the others, "The seasoning has been spread, just eat when the fish is cooked."

Having said that, she fled as if in escape.

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The night deepened, and the stars were lonely in the sky.

The crescent moon hid behind clouds, and the night grew profound.

The trusted aides and the servants from the Prince Mansion each slept within their tents, while their masters found repose in the horse carriages.

The carriages of the Eastern Palace and the Prince Mansion were both large, akin to mobile rooms, and thus spending the night in a carriage was much more comfortable than in a tent.

Tonight’s fish grilling incident had Leng Yu Yan tossing and turning on the soft couch in her carriage, unable to fall asleep.

Just as she was listening to Miao Zhu’s prolonged breathing and was about to drift off in a daze, she suddenly felt a large hand groping over her body.

She was so frightened that her body hair stood on end!

Be it someone from the Prince Mansion or the Eastern Palace, who dared to do such a thing to her?

"How dare you!" she rebuked.

The hand paused, and then she heard a soft cough.

It was Ye Yiheng!

"What are you doing here?" Leng Yu Yan sat up, wrapping her form in a blanket.

Hearing her interrogative tone, Ye Yiheng furrowed his brows—what did she take him for?

A flower thief?

He had seen her carriage shaking repeatedly, indicating she couldn’t sleep, so he came looking for her.

"At dinner, the Commandery Princess’s answer did not satisfy me."

"That doesn’t mean you can just come looking for me like this!"

Leng Yu Yan was puzzled; if his hand had reached for Miao Zhu instead, what then?

No, even if it were her, he had no right to grope around!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking, Ye Yiheng slowly explained, "There is a fragrance on your body. Even if I were blind, I would not mistake it."

Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan was shocked.

"I must go to sleep now, Your Highness, please return. We can talk tomorrow."

"All things of today must be settled today," Ye Yiheng said coldly. "Besides, the couch in my carriage is too cold."

"You, you, what do you mean?" she almost stammered.

Could it be that the madman meant what she thought he meant?

Sure enough, he said, "Have you forgotten your promise to warm my bed?"

"Tonight?"

"Tonight!"

Just two words, carrying an imperative tone that brooked no refusal.

Leng Yu Yan shook her head repeatedly, "Not tonight, if Miao Zhu wakes and doesn’t find me, soon everyone will know."

"Don’t worry, she won’t wake up that soon."

"What have you done?"

"One can tell by her snoring that she is sleeping deeply."

He would never lower himself to deal with a maid, at most he would knock her unconscious.

Moreover, this maid sleeps like a pig—no need for him to knock her out.

"Your Highness, I..."

In the deserted wilderness, the madman actually wanted her to warm his bed, and Leng Yu Yan was entirely unprepared.

She had initially thought that this bed-warming business would at least wait until after they were married, but unexpectedly...

"The Commandery Princess only needs to warm the bed, and once it’s warm, the Commandery Princess may return," Ye Yiheng said with a brief smile. "Or is the Commandery Princess planning to accompany me in sleep until dawn?"

Perhaps it was the night’s influence that made his joking words feel so cold.

Leng Yu Yan hadn’t figured out a way to refuse when, unexpectedly, he swept her up along with the blanket.

She struggled as she saw that she was about to be carried out of the carriage. Leng Yu Yan really wanted to scream for help.

He suddenly lowered his head: "If you dare to scream, I’ll kiss you and let everyone see."

Is the Madman a ghost?

To know her thoughts so well, Leng Yu Yan wanted to cry but had no tears and could only bite her lip and struggle.

His long and powerful hand held her even tighter, his fingers pinching her thigh, causing a faint pain.

Madman!

Wasn’t she just the last one to come by his Eastern Palace bonfire tonight? Hadn’t she just answered his question in a way that displeased him? Moreover, she felt her response was impeccable.

Did he really need to go crazy like this?

The crescent moon quietly peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a hazy light over the land.

As the wind passed, the falling leaves spiraled down from the branches, landing on his shoulder, then drifting onto her.

Leng Yu Yan picked up the ginkgo leaf that had landed on her and looked up at him.

His jawline was refined and smooth, his nose was high and straight, and his eyes were as deep as the night’s darkness, unfathomable.

The Madman’s temper hadn’t changed in the slightest—he dared to treat her like this, even with her family around and her own trusted aides outnumbering his by tenfold.

But she knew that if she resisted, she would be faced with an even more frenzied version of him.

Leng Yu Yan dared not move anymore, stiffening her body to let him hold her.

Soon, he carried her inside the Eastern Palace Carriage.

His carriage was extremely spacious, more than twice the size of hers.

There were Luminous Pearls inside, and lamps had been lit. The flames danced within the lampshades, and the soft light draped a layer of warmth over his cold aura.

Expressionless, he placed her on the temporarily laid bed and his ink-stained eyes gazed at her.

"During this period, I have not punished you. Has the Commandery Princess forgotten that I have a very bad temper?"

Leng Yu Yan dared not meet his gaze, hugging her blanket and shrinking back into the bed: "What did I do wrong?"

Her voice was plaintive, causing his handsome brows to furrow slightly.

Suddenly, he leaned in, his profound phoenix eyes fixating on her as he asked, word by word, "What rank do I hold in your heart?"

He stood leaning down while she sat looking up.

Their shadows on the carriage wall cast an unusually intimate atmosphere.

As intimate as the shadows were, the reality was even more tense.

The palm of Leng Yu Yan’s hand began to sweat subtly, and being stared at like this made her feel like prey locked onto by a fierce beast, stupefied and unable to move.

Ye Yiheng was also very nervous, fearing she would place him in the same rank as during tonight’s barbecue. If so, he didn’t even know how frenzied he might become.

"What rank you are talking about—I don’t understand what Your Highness means," Leng Yu Yan retorted nervously, clutching the blanket tighter and retreating further into the bed, her heart suddenly quivering.

Ye Yiheng sat down on the edge of the bed, his long, pale hands catching her delicate and slick wrist, giving her no chance to pull away. He forced her palm rapidly against his own heart.

"Even I, a man with a frail constitution, have a heart. Does the Commandery Princess have one?"

The touch was very different from that of a soft and gentle woman—the chest beneath her hand felt like a barrier of copper and iron, hard and unyielding.

Yet, the heart beating inside it thrummed vigorously, numbing her palm with its pulsations.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Your Highness? How can someone live without a heart?" she tried to withdraw her hand, but he gripped it even tighter, "You’re hurting me!"

Ye Yiheng relaxed his grip and lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

In front of him, her beautiful eyes shimmered with water, and under the candlelight, they danced with fragmented light, as if laced with enticing hooks.

"What rank do I hold in the Commandery Princess’s heart?" he repeated his question.